Monday, 01 February 2010

  • Margin scribblings of yore

    This is going to be a rare glimpse into my private life of the past.

    Was sitting at my sister's big desk (formerly mine) at home, and observed how the SPM books have been replaced with STPM fare, 85% of which are/were mine.

    The Literature in English folder includes my little essay on Katherine Mansfield's The Garden Party (was so proud of that one), and a ruled page full of lists (yes I was very fond of lists) on both sides. In the margins there's stuff like, a quote taken from Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre:

    Reserved people often really need the frank discussion of their sentiments and griefs more than the expansive.
    - chapter 32, p.329

    and

    penny
    shilling (12 pence)
    sovereign (1 pound)
    pound
    guinea (21 shillings)(£1.05)

    There's the Pengajian Am folder containing a big fat environmentally unfriendly amount of presentation handouts, including the one that grossly plagiarised my prior work, as recounted in the relevant post here.

    The reference books brought back many memories, but Microeconomics in particular was especially revealing.

    For starters, inside the plastic wrapper in front is a small printed picture of my Form4/5 gang, while at back are the very first twelve lines of Shakespeare's Hamlet, the very first paragraph of Jane Eyre, and the first stanza of Thomas Hardy's "Neutral Tones," all probably transcribed from memory.

    Somewhere halfway through the syllabus, there was a period of time when I would write in the (very wide) margins non-academic scribblings, names of songs playing on the radio at the time, or whatever occupied my mind as it wandered from studies.

    Aisya would be pleased to know that I took down "Fix You - Coldplay" when I was studying Penentuan Keseimbangan Diskriminasi Harga in a Pasaran Monopoli.

    Pages later, when discussing the benefits of such a market, is a small "thinking of you..." This is, to the best of my memory, the second-most incriminating margin note from those days. I'm not even sure who "you" is... But I can make an educated guess. Don't worry, it's none of ya'll! :P

    At various places, including "Peralihan keluk hasil purata dan hasil sut ke bawah" under Keseimbangan Firma Persaingan dalam Jangka Panjang, as well as the introduction to the chapter on wages and labour unions, are "yen yen was here! [time date]" in different styles and doodles. What on earth?! It's MY book, of course I was here! Lol. Actually I do know what those were. They were practice entries for records purposes. I used to like to leave my stamp on people's books/notes, always in pencil of course. *wink*


    Oh how my handwriting has changed...

Saturday, 30 January 2010

  • On the brink of social oblivion

    She said she would buy the flowers herself
    It never crosses anyone's mind to inform me
    Of mis-timings and missing calls
    And positively careless introductions

    It is not the middle of June
    Worse still, it is made to look like your fault
    With liberation comes off course
    And ringing ears tipsy off balance

    She was going to give her party after all
    What happens to one who has fallen out of the rhythm?
    The day is out of synch, fault lines and
    You can keep your characteristically light punctuation

    She would quite understand without requiring to specify
    What he said is true, he proves it himself
    What she said is true, I prove it to her
    This is me, on the brink of social oblivion

    She crossed from Victoria to Piccadilly
    Shall I go back to school and learn to tell time?
    Only the automated teller machine knows
    Can I start all over and try again?

Tuesday, 19 January 2010

  • Like an ominous bird a-wing

    Today was a tough, painful day at work.
    Each of the two classes posed unprecedented—and very different—challenges.

    I hope the first, after today's experience, see that I was and am not giving empty instructions, and how much I wish they would help me to help them.

    As for the second, you know nothing about my class and the situation. Just because I am obviously younger than you are, you have no right to dump your attitude on me. Who are you to cry injustice when your own lecturer so graciously waits and accepts my compromise, which, by the way, if you stopped to listen, is not forever?

    But I believe it is no accident.
    He is throwing all this, among others, at me, at this time, for a reason.

Thursday, 17 December 2009

  • Let. It. Burn.

    You bring this upon yourself
    Now don't go
    Pouring cold water

    The empty suspense is killing me.
    Don't do it, girl.
    Smack that hand!

    What can you do
    When smoldering embers
    Turn cold

    Will it be too late
    And all would be lost?

  • Buy myself a condo

    Why don't you hold on a second
    While I try to climb out of this pit
    This pit that I dug myself
    Perfect hemisphere, like a bowl

    I could put up my own circus
    While you watch from up where you are
    Peering over the edge, arms folded
    Keeping your comments to yourself

Sunday, 06 December 2009

  • We three outing

    Rainforest, white forest—
    I was found
    Gazing and sucked in-
    To White Christmas.

    NY peachy waffle,
    Fisherman's clam chowder,
    Les viandes trois, et
    Nachos with cheese and salsa.

    Death on the Nile
    And murder—
    Interchangeable
    On the express orient.

    Engagement,
    Who's straight and who's not;
    Almost on?
    Oh the betrayal.

    Love, love, love.

    Dedicated to Sze & Zu.

Friday, 04 December 2009

  • Joan invites a friend

    While at The Aisle (where else? *wink*) at The Usual...

    Me: (picks up book) The Beauty of the Husband...
    Shern Ren: Aha!
    Me: (reads sub-title) A Fictional Essay!
    Shern Ren: Ooooooooooooohhhh! Ouch.





    Third job offer this holiday, literary criticism turned photo criticism, hits and misses, and Ben's sense of hue has turned problematic, as he's been shooting so much in black and white lately.

Sunday, 29 November 2009

  • A bright red shirt

    The day I stepped out in a (counterfeit) Manchester United jersey, within the first few minutes, I got double that number of "Wow!" and "Nice shirt!" And I wasn't even out of the girls' room/corridor yet.

    The boys' reactions were significantly bigger, and very telling of their football allegiances, as well as how well they know (or do not know) me. "Yen!!! Since when!"

    Ben took it upon himself to outline three reasons to justify my appearance in the (powerful, as I discovered) shirt:

    1. There are things about you I don't know.
    2. You have a boyfriend I don't know about who has very diverse interests from yours.
    3. You're really out of clothes.

    To which on retrospect he added:

    4. Standing in front of a carcinogenic barbecue pit really got to me: this is not happening.

    The truth (as I knew it) was that I needed a red shirt (the brighter the better) to play the role of Traffic Light Red, and someone told me that Tse Hwei had one that fit me. Hence the tape recorder lines: "It's not mine, Tse Hwei's wan."

    In the end the real reason was part of an elaborate trick hatched by the camp Fun Nite organiser herself. But I don't feel betrayed lah, Hwei. *grin*

Thursday, 12 November 2009

  • First semester of masters

    One of my favourite things about critical essays, apart from the Works Cited section (OCD!), is the title.


    Person from Porlock: Fact or Figment of Coleridge's Imagination?

    Black and/or White: Ralph Ellison Undermines Racial Binary Opposition in Invisible Man

    Prospero & Co.: Postcolonial Colonisation in Shakespeare's The Tempest

    Material and Psychological Equality as a Prerequisite for Marriage in Austen

    George Herbert's Temple: Building, Prayer, Song, World, and Man


    I wrote all of the above papers, with the exception of the first, which was only an exercise on formulating research topics.

Sunday, 18 October 2009

  • Deadline dissolves overnight

    One phone call,
    One bombshell.
    (Life is full of shocks and surprises.)

    Ten thousand words, due one week's notice,
    Candidature defense next week.
    (You can do it, roomie!)

    My ten to fifteen pages pales,
    Discolours in comparison.
    (Same deadline, the first of a string.)

    Two postgrads permanently stationed in front of laptops,
    The combined academic output rockets sky-high.
    (Guess which room...)

    Final few weeks of the semester,
    Two disciplines, Third Sem and First Sem, respectively.
    (Nod and How d'ye do.)

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